Marty's Lessons

It was a beautiful summer Saturday evening, hot and humid but not too much so. I'd been at a get together with some buddies but they started to make their getaways around seven and since I still had a couple of beers in my pack and wanted to enjoy the evening I decided to sit down somewhere quiet on my own for a while.

I quite liked to be alone. At 23 I felt kind of strange to enjoy time by myself or talking about deeper things than who did who and what cars are the best and worst. On the walk from home I had to go through a park and conveniently it had a bench to sit my down on and have a beer in peace.

I opened a bottle and taking a pull from it I noticed an older gentleman walking along the park path with his own bottle in hand. He looked around and asked if he can sit down with me since there was only a single bench in sight.

"Sure why not there's plenty of space" I answered.

"How's it going anyway? I was just on my way home when the thirst caught me and I decided to get a cold one for the road" he continued. "Sounds good. Same idea here although mine isn't so cold anymore." I replied.

He looked about sixty and relaxed. Just a tipsy bloke who had a few drinks leading to being overly social. He had shortish silver hair with a belly but I could tell that he still fought against the time by exercising. The man looked tidy and friendly enough with strong arms.

"Well thanks for sharing your bench, what are you doing here by yourself? I got tired of listening to my friends complain about their wives and children and decided that it's a too nice evening for that old lot. How about you?" He asked.

"I'm going home, just wanted to finish these beers first since the weather's nice and that doesn't happen so often."

He agreed about that point and we talked about my studies and it turned out we were going for a similar profession. He had sold his company some time ago and was now semi retired doing some consulting work here and there as a "hobby" as he called it.

We got along surprisingly well, and when I had finished my beer it turned out we were living in the same direction so we could walk the same way for a while. When we came to a bar he asked if I was up for one more with company and I agreed and said that it sounded nice and in we went. We looked for a table in the busy establishments and managed to get one from a corner. He told me to wait and that he would get us something from the bar. He returned with two beers and two jaegers in hand. I thanked him for buying and we toasted for the summer.

"I'm John by the way." He said offering his hand over the table.

"Marty. Nice to meet you." I answered for lack of anything smarter to say.

We did some small talk and I was impressed with the insights he was giving me about our common profession. Some views felt a little outdated but what did I know at the time. By the time we finished the drinks I was already quite tipsy.

"Well, it was nice chatting with you Marty, I don't suppose you'd like to join me for a night cap in my flat? It's just a block or two from here." John asked quietly.

I was a bit suspicious at this sudden invitation and I suddenly thought I should have seen it coming since he was being a bit too friendly with me. But at the same time I was feeling an excitement that I never experienced before and I was curious to see what, if anything, would happen.

"I'd actually love to see your place. We can continue talking there." I lifted my slim but fit frame from the table and we proceeded to head fro John's apartment.

As promised he was living on the next street over. His flat was high up in a fairly nice building. It wasn't overly rich but could have still commanded quite a price if put on the market I thought.

"Here we are, welcome to my humble abode. It's just me living here since I've been alone for most of my life. What would you like to drink? I've got quite a good selection even if I say so myself." John asked.

"I'll have what you are having, if that's okay with you".

We ended up drinking some well aged whiskey on his balcony that had a cozy view of the wooded hill and park next to the building.

"Thank you for joining me, I don't get that many visitors here and it would be a shame to spend such a nice evening drinking alone." John said

"Thanks for having me, it's not like I have to be anywhere anytime soon and we get along well. It really is a nice view from here." I was feeling genuinely relaxed in his presence, although it was also another kind of feeling. Fearing what would come next. Or... hoping? This older man had me genuinely questioning myself. I had never experienced anything like this before. I saw myself as a fairly normal guy just interested in girls and around the same age as myself mostly. But what if this turned out to be something that would change me permanently? Was that something I was ok with? Or what if this was nothing like that after all and it was just a friendly gesture? I thought about these things for a moment while gazing at my glass in my hand where the brown liquid made slight back and forward motions as I kept turning it from one side to another. John was helpfully silent and giving me a moment, maybe succumbed to his own thoughts about the situation.

Finally he broke the silence. "Marty... I want you to know that you are a very handsome young man and I want to ask if you would be interested in helping an old fool with his need for company, and you already have done that... But that isn't... Well, I'm sure you have an idea of what I am talking about. I know it may disgust you and you can walk out the door right now and we can forget that we ever met and I will be sorry for having misled you and ruined your evening with my forwardness. But I would be even sorrier if I did not ask, since I genuinely like you even though we have only known for the briefest time. I can already tell that you are a smart, trustworthy person."

There. He said it. I was right. I didn't know what to say.

"I... I don't know, I never did that kind of thing." I stammered a reply.

"I understand. No need to explain, that is completely fine, and as I said you can leave without saying a word if you want to." John answered.

"No, it's not what I meant. I just don't know what to do. I am curious but-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence when John gently took my hand and pulled to get me to my feet.

"Then, I can show you everything you need to know. Will you allow me?" He asked.

I only nodded in response, I wanted this so badly now but I was also unprepared and scared. He took me to his bedroom which was ordinarily furnished with a sizable double bed with white, clean sheets, a chair and some cabinets to store clothes in. He took me to stand at the foot of the bed and started to undress me by first removing my shirt, slowly lifting the hem up to reveal more of my smooth body and skin, when the edge of the shirt touched my nipples I took in a small quick breath which lifted a smile on John's lips while he admired my gently muscular midsection. When I was topless he leaned towards me and placed a kiss on my ear, continuing to go down to my neck. At the same time he unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans, letting then drop down. My green boxer briefs were already soaked in front by the anticipation that led to this quiet, perfect moment, that was going to determine what I was to become that night.

End of part 1.